Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Confession Across the Screen
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Pakhi’s POV
It had been two days.
Two long, emotionally tangled days since Rehaan had confessed that he liked her.
And those words—"I like you, Pakhi. A little too much, maybe."—had been looping in her mind like a soft melody stuck on repeat.
She hadn’t responded then. She hadn’t known how.
Maybe a part of her had been scared.
Scared of how real it all felt, how deep she was already in without realizing it.
But tonight, something was different.
The ache in her chest had settled into something steady—something brave.
It was 11:08 PM when her phone lit up with a familiar notification.
Incoming Video Call: Rehaan 💬
She stared at the screen for a moment before accepting it, heart thudding against her ribs like it was trying to break free.
“Hey bacha,” came his voice—soft, soothing, familiar.
There he was.
Tired eyes, messy hair, casual t-shirt, and that heart-melting half smile that made her forget what time it was.
“You look sleepy,” she said, pulling the blanket a little higher over her lap.
“You look pretty,” he replied without missing a beat.
She rolled her eyes, but the pink on her cheeks betrayed her. “Shut up.”
“I will,” he grinned. “Right after you tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”
She hesitated.
Her fingers tightened around the blanket.
This was it.
The moment.
“Rehaan…”
He immediately sat straighter, eyes focused on her. “Hmm?”
“You remember… what you said two days ago?”
“I remember every word.”
She smiled shyly. “I didn’t say anything back because… I didn’t know how to. But I’ve been thinking about it—nonstop.”
He didn’t interrupt. Just waited, silent and steady.
“I like you too, Rehaan,” she said softly, her voice trembling with honesty. “I really do.”
For a moment, all she heard was silence.
And then—his smile.
That full, stunned, genuine smile that lit up his whole face.
“You do?” His voice was almost a whisper, full of wonder.
She nodded slowly.
“I swear,” he said, laughing softly, “this is the best thing I’ve heard in… years. You just made my week, Pakhi Sharma.”
“Your week?”
“My life,” he corrected dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Too much?”
She laughed, covering her face. “Definitely too much.”
They sat there smiling at each other for a while, the world outside fading, just pixels and heartbeats between them.
“So,” he said after a pause, eyes gleaming mischievously, “since we’re officially dating now, can I ask for a small boyfriend privilege?”
She narrowed her eyes. “What privilege?”
“Don’t worry, it’s simple,” he said, leaning closer to the camera. “A virtual good night kiss.”
Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
“I’m your boyfriend now. Don’t I get at least one perk?” he teased.
She turned red. “You are shameless, Rehaan.”
“Correction. I am your shameless.”
She shook her head, biting her lip, but the butterflies in her stomach were already fluttering wildly.
“You’re impossible,” she muttered.
“But you like me anyway,” he winked.
She took a deep breath. Looked at him. And for the first time, let her vulnerability show fully.
“You’re right,” she whispered. “I do.”
And then, just before the call was about to end, her voice barely above a whisper, she added—
“Good night, jaan.”
His face froze.
Eyes widened.
Then blinked.
Then a slow, stunned grin spread across his lips.
“Say that again,” he whispered.
“Nope,” she blushed, looking away.
“Pakhi—"
She grinned, cutting the call before he could tease her more, leaving him with a shocked, delighted expression.
And as she curled into her blanket, heart racing, cheeks burning, she could still hear his voice echoing in her ears.
"Jaan."
That night, sleep came easy.
Because she had finally said it.
And Rehaan had looked at her like she’d given him the moon.
- Writer
